Beiquan quickly picked two things, asked Wei Fuyuan to help hold them, and then the two left the hall together.
Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan to his residence.
Along the way, Wei Fuyuan noticed that the palace was very big, but there were very few people coming and going.
Occasionally, one or two people passed by, all of whom knew Beiquan and nodded to each other, but did not ask Wei Fuyuan's identity.
"You here... there are so few people."
Wei Fuyuan expressed his thoughts.
"Um."
Beiquan smiled and replied:
"If I remember correctly, there are probably more than 30 people living in the secret realm of Zhuling."
Beiquan touched his chin, "No, it's not all 'people'..."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
It is very extravagant that only thirty people live in such a large palace. What is even more extravagant is that there are still many non-human creatures in it... No, maybe it is not even a "creature" in the literal sense.
"That… "
Wei Fuyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore:
"Your master... is he not human either?"
Beiquan smiled and shook his head:
"Master, the old man is still alive."
Beiquan raised his hand and pointed to his foot:
"When the master was selected as the guardian and manager of the secret realm of Zhuling, his body fell asleep somewhere in the red crystal rock... As for where, only the master knows."
Wei Fuyuan didn't understand the cause and effect relationship: "Why?"
"Well, you can understand that this is an alternative 'retreat'."
Beiquan replied:
"Master, if the old man wants to protect the secret realm of Zhuling for a long time, he must let himself live longer. The best way is to practice meditation in a sleepy attitude and prolong his life."
Wei Fuyuan suddenly remembered that he had read the so-called "turtle-breathing magic" in martial arts novels before, and nodded clearly: "So it is."
He thought for a while: "Because the master is in retreat, so he has to use the body of the puppet to move?"
"Yes, that's it."
Beiquan laughed:
"Actually, it doesn't have to be a puppet. As long as the old man wants to use it, he can use anything. I've only seen him attach his spiritual sense to a munchie before to coax my little junior sister."
Wei Fuyuan thought of the weird-tempered puppet, and then made up for Meng Qiqi's face, inexplicably a little sympathetic to the little junior sister who had never met, and sincerely hoped that he would not leave childhood shadows on the children.
While talking, the two had already arrived at Beiquan's residence.
Beiquan lives at the southern end of the palace complex, and is a small courtyard.
It is said to be a "small courtyard", but it also has two entrances inside and outside, one main hall, two gardens, and eight front and rear wing rooms.
However, in such an exquisite courtyard, only Beiquan lived alone.
Wei Fuyuan refreshed his understanding of Beiquan again.
In the past, when he saw Beiquan renting a dilapidated and dilapidated house to open the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company, he thought his lover was a poor man with a lot of money. As a result, he had another business in the secret realm, and he even shot an ancient courtyard. , that's pretty embarrassing.
"Actually, I can't use such a big yard by myself, so I only chose one room to live in."
Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan through the main hall, explaining as he walked.
Wei Fuyuan: "What about the other rooms?"
"Keep a spare."
Beiquan opened the door of the east wing and turned around and smiled at Wei Fuyuan:
"When you get tired of living, just change rooms."
Wei Fuyuan should have said, "You make a lot of sense", but at this moment all his thoughts were attracted by "This is what Beiquan's room turned out to be".
Beiquan's wing room is not big, there are not many things, and it is very neatly packed.
The furniture in the room is full of antiques that are usually only found in museums.
Even in the secret realm, the furniture has been used for a long time, and there are still some traces left, but the whole room is spotless, and even the complicated carved window edges are not scratched.
"Just a simple dusting spell."
Beiquan rolled his eyes, "The life of a warlock is actually quite convenient, right?"
Wei Fuyuan walked into Beiquan's room and walked around slowly.
He tried his best to keep his face calm, but in fact, his heart was beating wildly, and for some reason he felt nervous, anxious, and very excited.
- This is Beiquan's room!
Wei Fuyuan thought:
—It is the room where Beiquan grew up!
His brain was flooded with intense excitement, and he selectively ignored the fact that Beiquan couldn't have slept in the same room for more than 20 years.
Wei Fuyuan touched the furniture piece by piece, with a serious expression and gentle eyes.
He touched the edge of the window, the desk, the low table, the chair, the ledge, and the screen all the way, until he walked into the depths of the room and touched Beiquan's bed.
"… it's beautiful."
Wei Fuyuan traced the magnolia flower relief on the bed rail with his fingertips and sighed in a low voice.
Beiquan leisurely strolled to Wei Fuyuan's side, crossed his arms, and asked with a smile, "Is it just beautiful?"
Wei Fuyuan felt his head explode with a "hum", and his blood rushed to the sky.
The next second, he hugged Beiquan and fell into the mahogany four-poster bed carved with white magnolias.
The bed curtain was torn off by the movements of the two, and fluttered over them.
"… Wait a moment!"
Beiquan struggled to push Wei Fuyuan away a little, "The bed curtain fell... uh!"
Before he could finish his words, the little wolf cub bit his lip and blocked it tightly...
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When the two of them had tossed enough on Beiquan's bed, it was already an hour later.
Facts have proved that even if Beiquan's cultivation base is very high, his body is a mortal body after all. After taking too much in one breath, he will still feel like his bones are falling apart, and his whole body will feel sore when he moves.
Especially in a secret place, the taste is even more painful and happy, which is indescribable.
Beiquan was too tired to get up to take a shower, so he made a small opening with his fingertips, and drew a cleaning talisman in the air with blood to clean up the messy marks on the two of them.
Wei Fuyuan turned over, grabbed Beiquan's arm, and tucked it back into the bed, "Are you tired?"
he asks.
Beiquan smiled: "Are you more tired?"
After all, it is Xiaowei who works hard, so he only needs to be responsible and enjoy it.
Beiquan's throat is now dry, and his voice is even more hoarse than usual, inexplicably more ambiguous.
Wei Fuyuan's face turned red again.
The hard work just now really counted as physical labor, but compared to the pleasure and satisfaction he got from it, no matter how tired he was, he was happy.
Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan began to reminisce about the bliss just now in his mind unconsciously.
"Enough, I'm really tired if you're not tired."
Beiquan slapped Wei Fuyuan's arm fiercely, "Close your eyes and take a nap to refresh your mind!"
Wei Fuyuan had no choice but to close his eyes.
About thirty seconds later, Wei Fuyuan quietly opened his eyes again, facing Shang Beiquan's smiling eyes.
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
"Well, I can't sleep."
He simply admits it honestly.
"I want to look at you."
After he finished speaking, Wei Fuyuan leaned over to Beiquan's lips and gave him a light peck.
Beiquan smiled and kissed him back: "Then let's talk."
Wei Fuyuan lowered the quilt a little, exposing Beiquan's shoulders, "What is this?"
He traced the marks on Beiquan's left shoulder with his fingers.
There is a half-moon-shaped scar on Beiquan's left shoulder, which looks like a bite mark left by some kind of large beast. Judging from the color of the new skin, it should be left recently.
"When did you get this injury?"
"Before going to Millicia."
Beiquan answered honestly, "I was bitten by a Gu wolf."
Wei Fuyuan didn't know what a Gu wolf was, but he knew how weak Beiquan was when he was in the Chen family mansion, and he was immediately angry and distressed:
"Who did it?!"
Beiquan smiled and explained softly.
"I didn't see who the person who attacked me was at that time, but now it looks like it was Zhu Hongcai."
He paused:
"I'm referring to the Zhu Hongcai who was taken away."
Wei Fuyuan asked again, "Why did he attack you?"
"I was handing over the ghosts in the fascination with the messenger from the secret realm of Zhuling."
Beiquan said:
"'He' should be trying to snatch the ghost..."
Having said that, Beiquan turned his eyes and whispered to himself:
"...Well, thinking about it now, 'he' even learned how to make Gu wolves... I don't know how much else 'he' has learned..."
Wei Fuyuan heard the deep meaning of Beiquan's words: "You know 'he'... I mean who is the person who took Zhu Hongcao?"
So Beiquan briefly explained to Wei Fuyuan the identity of A Song and the fact that he stole the fascination flag.
"Fuck, this person is too scheming!"
After listening to Wei Fuyuan, he felt angry, "What age is he still seeking longevity? Does he think he is Qin Shi Huang?!"
"Okay, okay, the master taught me how to deal with A Chan."
Beiquan smoothes his hair for his lover.
"When we go back, we can start investigating his whereabouts."
Only then did Wei Fuyuan feel better.
"By the way, we have already met the master, and he has finished explaining what the old man should explain..."
Master Wei touched Beiquan's face:
"Are we going to stay here?"
He didn't know what the ratio of the secret realm of Zhuling to the flow of time in the present world was, and he was a little worried that if it dragged on for a long time, he would not be able to catch up with "Thriller Night Talk" on Thursday.
"About this..."
Beiquan put away his smile and said to Wei Fuyuan:
"I want to ask what you mean."
Wei Fuyuan asked blankly, "What's the matter?"
Beiquan stared at Wei Fuyuan's eyes and murmured in a low voice:
"Would you like to know what your... looks like?"
The volume of Beiquan's two words was very low, and the words were vague, so Wei Fuyuan couldn't hear them clearly.
He leaned closer, touching the tip of Beiquan's nose, "What did you say?"
"I mean... your past life."
Beiquan repeated it again:
"Do you want to know what your past life was like?"
Wei Fuyuan was shocked.
"what?"
His eyes widened in disbelief: "You know my past life?"